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 Burkina and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Television Personalities to the dance 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
Model 500,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Underground Resistance,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
Agent Orange,
World's Most,
10cc,
Gong,
Cymande,
Index,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
The Doors,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.