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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
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 Lille and Johannesburg.
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 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 John Foxx to the punk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
The Motions,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
Interpol,
David McCallum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.