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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Underground Resistance to the grime 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
UT,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
JFA,
The Stooges,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
Magma,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.