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 Qatar and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Con Funk Shun to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
Lyres,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
The Happenings,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
UT,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
The Stooges,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.