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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lalann to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Organ,
Echospace,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.