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 Bangladesh and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Fad Gadget to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.