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 China and from London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Skatalites to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Trojans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
Newcleus,
PIL,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.