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 Botswana and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Sheep to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Style,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.