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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
Ten City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.