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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Das Ding to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.