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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Sällskapet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Oblivians,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
Prince Buster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.