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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unrelated Segments 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
Pantytec,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
Mr. Review,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
Technova,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.