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 Niger and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.