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 Japan and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Trojans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.