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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Smoke to the jazz 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
Masters at Work,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.