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 Burundi and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.