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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Loose Ends to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.