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 Iraq and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 The Zeros to the dance 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hashim,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.