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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Adolescents to the jazz 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
Shoche,
X-102,
Cluster,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.