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 Belgium and from Halifax.
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 Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
The Wake,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
Aswad,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.