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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
The Standells,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
Cameo,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.