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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Flag to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Residents,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.