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 Djibouti and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Gang Green to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
Inner City,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
Cymande,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
EPMD,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.