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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Panda Bear to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.