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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kas Product to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
AZ,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.