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 Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rites of Spring to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.