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 United States and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
ABC,
Scion,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.