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 Canada and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Nik Kershaw to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.