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 Serbia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
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 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 Clear Light to the grunge 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.