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 Rwanda 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blancmange to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
the Association,
CMW,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.