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 Israel and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Saccharine Trust 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
Nico,
AZ,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.