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 Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Sonics to the punk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
Vladislav Delay,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.