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 Egypt and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thompson Twins to the disco 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Flipper,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Sonics,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
Outsiders,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke,
Ten City,
Organ,
EPMD,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.