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 Manchester.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 F. McDonald to the rock 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Certain Ratio,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.