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 Oman and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Happenings to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
Rod Modell,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.