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 Antigua and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
Magazine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.