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 Samoa and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marmalade to the techno 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.