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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Prince Buster to the dance 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
Magazine,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.