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 Botswana and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nico to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
Subhumans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Organ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
Q65,
Dawn Penn,
Average White Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Nico,
Infiniti,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth 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.