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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 The Leaves to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
Skaos,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.