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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Gladiators to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.