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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 rhodes 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 Rekid to the disco 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
The Motions,
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.