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 Peru and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
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 sitar 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 The Trojans to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
Harmonia,
Organ,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
MDC,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.