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 Lesotho and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Saccharine Trust to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.