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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 The Doobie Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '90s.
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 Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
Neil Young,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
The Index,
Wire,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.