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 Cuba and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Happenings to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.