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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Walker Brothers to the electroclash 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
the Human League,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.