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 Lesotho and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Saints to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
Ituana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.