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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
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 synthesizer 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 John Foxx to the dance 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.