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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
Ludus,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.