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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 China Crisis to the techno 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
UT,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
Wings,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.