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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins,
Au Pairs,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.