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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
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 Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Avey Tare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
Bush Tetras,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.