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 Portugal and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
Technova,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.