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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ohio Players to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
Slave,
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Wings,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.