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 United States and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
Scientists,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.