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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.