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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tres Demented to the techno 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Lalann,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
Erasure,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.