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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
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 1967 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 Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
Pole,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Visage,
The Monks,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.