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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Tres Demented to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Stereo Dub,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
Cameo,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.