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 Nigeria 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 L. Decosne to the grime 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s.
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 James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Monolake,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.