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 Mexico and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skatalites to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.