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 France and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
Malaria!,
Scion,
China Crisis,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
Television,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.