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 Eritrea 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Moody Blues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.