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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
Clear Light,
ABC,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Remains,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.