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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
Sam Rivers,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.