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 Zimbabwe and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Soul II Soul to the rock 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.