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 Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Shoche to the electroclash 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Organ,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.