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 Philippines and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 E-Dancer to the dance 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.