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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
Scion,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
New Order,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.