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 London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Althea and Donna to the funk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
The Gap Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
Flipper,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slave,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pop Group,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.