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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Leonard Cohen to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
The Zeros,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.