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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.