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 Togo and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Inner City to the funk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
ABC,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.