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 East Timor and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Niagra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
Anakelly,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
Fear,
Spoonie Gee,
Ludus,
X-102,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
Aswad,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.