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 Montenegro and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 10cc to the rap 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
X-Ray Spex,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
This Heat,
Flipper,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.