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 Libya and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minny Pops to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
DNA,
Index,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
Jandek,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.