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 Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
Jawbox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.