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 Congo and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Simply Red to the techno 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
Nico,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.