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 Austria and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ornette Coleman to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.