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 Greece and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Little Man to the funk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
Joy Division,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
Japan,
Urselle,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.