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 Comoros and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 cv313 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Judy Mowatt,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.