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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Ronan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.