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 Greece and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Sarah Menescal 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.