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 Laos and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
Peter & Gordon,
Average White Band,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.