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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cowsills to the grime 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.