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 Liberia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
Bootsy Collins,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.