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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Bang On A Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Magazine,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.