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 Belgium and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brand Nubian to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Zapp,
Sparks,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.