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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Essential Logic to the dance 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Stockholm Monsters,
Pole,
DNA,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna,
Can,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.