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 Monaco and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
Pagans,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
Skarface,
B.T. Express,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.