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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Glenn Branca to the punk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
cv313,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
The Music Machine,
Yellowson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.