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 Iceland and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Holt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
10cc,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.