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 Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.