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 Ghana and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
DNA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pop Group,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.