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 Belize and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 The Pop Group to the dance 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
Bang On A Can,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
Cameo,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q65,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.