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 Honduras and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Metal Thangz to the dance 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
U.S. Maple,
Minor Threat,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.