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 Dominica 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
PIL,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
Magazine,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.