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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 LL Cool J to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
The Remains,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.