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 Uganda and from Halifax.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Pus to the rap 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.