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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
The Monks,
Skarface,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.