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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Dawn Penn to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Franke,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echospace,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.