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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
Wire,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
The Move,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.