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 Cameroon and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 AZ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
Josef K,
Slick Rick,
Lyres,
Scrapy,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.