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 Argentina and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
Index,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.