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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Negative Approach 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.