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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Maleditus Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
Kayak,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.