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 Comoros and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
Joey Negro,
The Human League,
The Names,
EPMD,
Procol Harum,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Alarm Clocks,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.