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 Nicaragua and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Mars to the disco 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
Soulsonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.