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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.