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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
The Grass Roots,
Q65,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
The Names,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.