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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Adolescents to the funk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
FM Einheit,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains,
The American Breed,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.