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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Trojans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rapeman,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.