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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Chrome to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.