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 Australia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
Hoover,
Cluster,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.