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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yaz to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.