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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Zapp to the rap 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Unwound,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.