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 Austria and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the rap 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans,
Scientists,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.