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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Siglo XX to the rock 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.