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 Singapore and from Bremen.
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 Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
Anthony Braxton,
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.