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 Iran and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
the Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
Brick,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.