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 Iran and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
Anakelly,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pere Ubu,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.