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 Romania and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Anakelly to the rock 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
Darondo,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
New Order,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.