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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
MC5,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
the Slits,
CMW,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.