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 Belgium and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.