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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dark Day to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.