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 Madagascar 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.