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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
Babytalk,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
Suburban Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.