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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Modern Lovers to the rock 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.