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 Panama and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Buckinghams to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
E-Dancer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
The Misunderstood,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Y Pants,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
Pylon,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.