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 China and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.