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 Sudan and from Bologna.
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 Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Franke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.