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 Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ludus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.