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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
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 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
DNA,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
Fear,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.