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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cymande to the dance 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
Arcadia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.