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 East Timor and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Faust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
Fatback Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
Gong,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.