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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
Bauhaus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65,
ABBA,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Make Up,
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.