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 Argentina 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Outsiders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
Ludus,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Q65,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.