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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Soul II Soul to the rock 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
The American Breed,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.