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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
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 chamberlin 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 Selecter to the dance 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter & Gordon,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.