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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
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 guitar 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
Niagra,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
The Offenders,
Joy Division,
Rakim,
Sparks,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.