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 Djibouti and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Grass Roots to the electroclash 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.