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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Technova to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
Audionom,
Q65,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.