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 Egypt and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 48th St. Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Yaz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
Moebius,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
Liliput,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.