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 Vanuatu 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 L. Decosne to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.