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 Qatar and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erykah Badu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees 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?
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
Fear,
Hashim,
Suicide,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.