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 Mexico and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.