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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Blues Magoos to the grunge 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
Urselle,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.