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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
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 oboe 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 Aswad to the electroclash 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Slave,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Kayak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
Oblivians,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.