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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quantec to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
The Trojans,
Skriet,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.