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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Order to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Oblivians,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
New Order,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.