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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Iggy Pop to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry 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?
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
the Association,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.