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 Algeria and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Accadde A to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
Mars,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.