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 Moldova and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David McCallum to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
Whodini,
Interpol,
Monks,
Sparks,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yaz,
Scion,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
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.