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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
X-101,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.