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 Philippines and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dorothy Ashby to the punk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
Magma,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Yaz,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.