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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Q and Not U to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
Clear Light,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Subhumans,
CMW,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.