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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nico 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
Audionom,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
Nas,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.