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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Doobie Brothers to the disco 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.