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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
the Human League,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.