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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.