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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Black Flag to the jazz 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Sherman,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.