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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Pole to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.