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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
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 Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lower 48 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
Wire,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
Pole,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.