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 Tonga and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Toni Rubio to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
JFA,
a-ha,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.