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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Wings to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.