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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Guru Guru to the rap 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
Television,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
The Saints,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
Smog,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
The Star Department,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.