Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Luxembourg and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pole to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.