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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Order to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.