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 Senegal 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Cure to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Scion,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Qualms,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.