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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eurythmics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
Lalann,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.