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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
Pylon,
Slave,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.