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 Malawi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
B.T. Express,
Sam Rivers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.