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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amazonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
MC5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Japan,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.