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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
PIL,
Pantaleimon,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Liliput,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.