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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scott Walker to the funk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Piero Umiliani,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.