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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Japan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
Shoche,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.