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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Nas to the punk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
Technova,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Depeche Mode,
Tommy Roe,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.