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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chrome,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
Mars,
Main Source,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
Wings,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cure,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Offenders,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.