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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Morten Harket to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delta 5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
the Association,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.