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 Norway and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Q and Not U to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
Albert Ayler,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.