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 Poland and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
Scion,
Visage,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
ABC,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
Radiohead,
X-102,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.