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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Slave,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Hashim,
Lalann,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.