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 Egypt and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Suicide to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Angry Samoans,
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Freddie Wadling,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
Organ,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.