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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 the Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
John Lydon,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.