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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Excepter to the techno 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
Main Source,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D,
Chris Corsano,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
Qualms,
Smog,
Crime,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.