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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Patti Smith,
Massinfluence,
The Invisible,
PIL,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television,
Mars,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Mandrill,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Pantaleimon,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
The Black Dice,
Harry Pussy,
Charles Mingus,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.