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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monochrome Set to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
Deakin,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.