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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül to the punk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.