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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 EPMD to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
Suicide,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.