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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Au Pairs to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Stooges,
ABC,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
Little Man,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.