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 Cuba 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Music Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
The Sound,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
Wings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.