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 Korea South and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Junior Murvin to the grunge 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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.