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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
Can,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.