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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
L. Decosne,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.