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 Japan 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Franke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Can,
Cymande,
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.