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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
Shoche,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
CMW,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
The Cure,
Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.