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 Montenegro and from Milan.
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 Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Oblivians to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
Camouflage,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.