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 Dominica and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Babytalk to the crunk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
Rakim,
UT,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
Intrusion,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
Minutemen,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.