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 Togo and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rock 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
Fear,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Technova,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.