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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Fad Gadget to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
Sugar Minott,
The Move,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends,
Black Flag,
Nas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Anakelly,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.