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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skaos to the electroclash 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
Organ,
Skriet,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.