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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.