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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Yaz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
Bobby Womack,
B.T. Express,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
Rekid,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
The Residents,
Eric Dolphy,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.