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 Grenada and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Infiniti to the grime 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
Crime,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.