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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dark Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
Pantytec,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.