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 Benin and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Doors to the grime 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
Main Source,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.