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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Intrusion to the grunge 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
Crime,
Radiohead,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.