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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
Ossler,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monks,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.