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 United States and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DNA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hoover,
The Wake,
Crime,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
10cc,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
the Normal,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.