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 Slovenia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris Corsano to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.