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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Interpol,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.