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 Zimbabwe and from London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
John Holt,
Yaz,
Pagans,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.