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 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
Hoover,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.