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 Hungary and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Soft Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.