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 Italy and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Remains to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
Slave,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.