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 Morocco and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gories to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
Slave,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
UT,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.