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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the techno 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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon 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?
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wings,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
June Days,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
The Pop Group,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.