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 Ghana and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
Monks,
Gang Green,
Bill Near,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.