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 Kuwait and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Mars,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.