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 Zambia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Evens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.