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 Malta 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Avey Tare to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.