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 Grenada and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zero Boys to the grunge 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
The Dead C,
Whodini,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
Deakin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronan,
Yaz,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.