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 Andorra and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Stereo Dub to the rock 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
Kayak,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.