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 Sweden and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash 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 Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.