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 Fiji and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Erykah Badu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.