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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Crime to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Au Pairs,
Wings,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.