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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Dennis Brown to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
Skarface,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.