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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Con Funk Shun,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
Monks,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
Basic Channel,
Yaz,
AZ,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.