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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Gahan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
June Days,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Faust,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.