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 Suriname and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
Nas,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
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.