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 Guinea and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eve St. Jones to the punk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.