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 Mexico and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Japan,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
Babytalk,
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
Magma,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.