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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Mad Mike to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
The Evens,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.