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 Korea North and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 The Saints to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.