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 Switzerland 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
The Busters,
Shoche,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.