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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Animal Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
Boredoms,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.