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 Malta and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABBA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
Smog,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.