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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Doors to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Pylon,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Excepter,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Nas,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.