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 Angola and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yusef Lateef to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Wings,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
L. Decosne,
Deakin,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
Monks,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
Mars,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.