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 Indonesia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gories to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Whodini,
Swans,
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
David McCallum,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
Monolake,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.