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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 B.T. Express to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
Dead Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
MDC,
The Move,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.