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 Guinea and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.