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 Italy and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Fortunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
Organ,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.