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 Somalia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
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 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 X-101 to the jazz 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.