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 Chile and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ultra Naté to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.