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 Philippines and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 UT to the jazz 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q65,
Mad Mike,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.