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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.