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 Congo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.