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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Los Fastidios to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy Collins,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.