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 Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gong to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
Newcleus,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.