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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 J.B.'s to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
Q65,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.