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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
Visage,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
Nils Olav,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.