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 Slovenia 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 L. Decosne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Cybotron,
DNA,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
Q65,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen,
The Velvet Underground,
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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.