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 Switzerland and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
Roxette,
cv313,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.