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 Tajikistan 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
The Martian,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.