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 Latvia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash 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 Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
John Cale,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
cv313,
Q65,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
Darondo,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.