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 Italy and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
Vladislav Delay,
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.