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 Jordan and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.