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 China and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
The Associates,
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.