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 Panama and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
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 synthesizer 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 Con Funk Shun to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
the Slits,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
UT,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.