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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
Lalann,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Organ,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.