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 Costa Rica 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Tres Demented 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
Technova,
The Index,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.