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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Easy Going to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
JFA,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
Chris & Cosey,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.