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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
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 spring reverb 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 Fugazi to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
Japan,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.