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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Hill to the dance 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Morten Harket,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Audionom,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.