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 Israel and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mojo Men,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Whodini,
Roxette,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.