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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang of Four to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
Ituana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radio Birdman,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.