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 Barbados and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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?
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.