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 Colombia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.