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 Cyprus and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Monolake to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
Franke,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case,
Visage,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
Q65,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.