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 Panama and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
B.T. Express,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
X-102,
UT,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.