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 Germany and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rap 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sound,
Flipper,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
cv313,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.