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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Reuben Wilson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
The Zeros,
Los Fastidios,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Cluster,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fatback Band,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.