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 Comoros and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Quadrant to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Mars,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
Index,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.