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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Skriet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
KRS-One,
AZ,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
Q and Not U,
MC5,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
Organ,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
Technova,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.