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 Ghana and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Howard Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.