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 Singapore and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ituana,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
Supertramp,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.