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 Hungary and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ken Boothe 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.