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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
Roxette,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Angry Samoans,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.