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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aswad to the grime 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
This Heat,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
Main Source,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.