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 Syria and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Star Department to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.