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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
David Bowie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
Lalann,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.