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 Iran and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Audionom to the rock 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Khruangbin,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
Gong,
Rakim,
Quantec,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
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.