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 Kosovo 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
Suicide,
Black Bananas,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
The Star Department,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.