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 Mali and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Ultravox to the electroclash 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
Erasure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
The Residents,
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
Whodini,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
The Real Kids,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.