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 Saudi Arabia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
Crime,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.