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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monolake to the rock 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
Joensuu 1685,
Lakeside,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
Swans,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.