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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantaleimon,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
Rotary Connection,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Minnie Riperton,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.