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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Charles Mingus to the crunk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fad Gadget,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
Monks,
Oneida,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
Monolake,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.