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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Symarip,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.