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 Syria and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
Cluster,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.