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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Gil Scott Heron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Faust,
Lower 48,
UT,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.