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 Lebanon and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lyres to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.