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 Honduras and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Rites of Spring to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Prince Buster,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.