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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fear 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Sparks,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.