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 Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Golliwogs to the grunge 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
June Days,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
Index,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.