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 Sudan and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Organ to the electroclash 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liliput,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Near,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.