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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 David Bowie to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.