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 Micronesia and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 The Wake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
KRS-One,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.