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 Guatemala and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q and Not U to the jazz 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Wire,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.