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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Buckinghams to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Green,
PIL,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.