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 Iran and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Adolescents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
X-101,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
Gong,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.