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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Beau Brummels to the rap 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.