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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Arab on Radar to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun City Girls,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
Ronan,
the Human League,
Television,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
Marine Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
Japan,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.