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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Half Japanese to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.