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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
The Wake,
the Human League,
Nico,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erasure,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.