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 Monaco and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
ABBA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.