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 Mauritius and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
Mars,
Smog,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Los Fastidios,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Ituana,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
X-102,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.