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 Congo 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Schoolly D to the punk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
Second Layer,
Television,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.