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 Chad and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hardrive to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultravox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
Roxette,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.