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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Gladiators to the jazz 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D 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?
cv313,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Bronski Beat,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
Fear,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
Pylon,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.