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 Dominica 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.