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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jandek to the grime 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.