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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bill Near to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
Television,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.