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 United States and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Funky Four + One to the dance 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Nas,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
Pole,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.