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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gladiators to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
Idris Muhammad,
Television,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
New York Dolls,
The Pop Group,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.