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 Cuba and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Al Stewart 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
Main Source,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
X-101,
The Associates,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.