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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
Bad Manners,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.