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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 the Soft Cell to the funk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.