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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Young Rascals to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
Bill Near,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.