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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 David Axelrod to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
the Swans,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ituana,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.