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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
X-102,
R.M.O.,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
A Certain Ratio,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.