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 Chad and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heaven 17,
Scratch Acid,
Grauzone,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
New Order,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
Bad Manners,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.