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 Iraq and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Count Five to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
Amazonics,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Al Stewart,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.