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 San Marino 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Sarah Menescal 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Lou Reed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Interpol,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.