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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.