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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Robert Görl to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiohead,
Q65,
Cybotron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
the Swans,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.