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 Honduras and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cymande to the rock 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Second Layer,
Technova,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
Skarface,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.