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 Zambia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
Kayak,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.