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 Antigua and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Technova,
The Names,
DNA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.