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 Fiji and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
H. Thieme,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.