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 Andorra and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
Silicon Teens,
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
The Wake,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.