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 Belgium and from New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lyres to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
JFA,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.