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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
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 Eric Copeland 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
The Move,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.