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 Barbados and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
Little Man,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.