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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mantronix to the funk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
KRS-One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Crime,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.