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 Cape Verde and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ludus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
Scion,
Bad Manners,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
Q65,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.