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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mars to the funk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
Brothers Johnson,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
Index,
Infiniti,
The United States of America,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Brick,
10cc,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Josef K,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
Skaos,
The Motions,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.