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 Chile and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Residents to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Neil Young,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.