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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Arcadia to the disco 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
Swans,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.