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 Fiji and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fire Engines to the electroclash 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Tres Demented,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
X-102,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Lower 48,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magazine,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.