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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.