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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
Ronan,
June Days,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pop Group,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Q65,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.