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 United States and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.