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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Modern Lovers to the techno 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
Boredoms,
June Days,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Nas,
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.