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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Accadde A,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.