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 San Marino and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Bobby Womack to the techno 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
Darondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
Main Source,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.