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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Flash Fearless to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Liliput,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
B.T. Express,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.