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 China and from London.
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 Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 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 Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger,
Los Fastidios,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
The Pretty Things,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.