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 Haiti and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
Wire,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantaleimon,
Lucky Dragons,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.