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 Monaco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
Q65,
Wings,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.