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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Blake Baxter to the grime 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Half Japanese,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
Organ,
The Victims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.