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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rakim 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.