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 Zambia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Starr,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.