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 San Marino and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Talk Talk to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
Visage,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.