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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June Days to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
Urselle,
Rapeman,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Byron Stingily,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.