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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 T. Rex to the grime 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
Fatback Band,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.