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 Cape Verde 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
Faraquet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.