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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.