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 Iran and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Index,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q65,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
The Motions,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
Dennis Brown,
Subhumans,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.