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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the crunk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.