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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Skatalites to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
ABC,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
Nas,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.