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 France and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Morten Harket to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Ten City,
E-Dancer,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
Index,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.