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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw,
The Names,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.