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 Bahrain and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Fear to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
a-ha,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak,
Rekid,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.