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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul II Soul to the techno 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
Wings,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Deepchord,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
Skriet,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.