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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the techno 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
the Association,
Pole,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.