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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Germs to the funk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
Godley & Creme,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Byrd,
Zapp,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.