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 Peru and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 World's Most to the techno 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.