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 Brazil and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalann to the funk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.