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 Malta and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Crooked Eye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Niagra,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
MC5,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.