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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Graham Central Station to the rap 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.