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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Barracudas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.