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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Machine,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
The Pop Group,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.