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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Searchers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.