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 Qatar and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 OOIOO to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
The Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Josef K,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.