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 Norway 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 ABC to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
Howard Jones,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
UT,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.