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 Spain and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Aswad to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.