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 Colombia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Isaac Hayes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
Excepter,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.