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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
10cc,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.