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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
The Barracudas,
Scion,
Section 25,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
Flipper,
the Germs,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.