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 South Africa 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gabor Szabo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
Surgeon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
Hashim,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
The Standells,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.