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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Flash Fearless to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
the Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
The Toasters,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
Monks,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.