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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Adolescents to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
EPMD,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.