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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Ossler to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
The Doors,
Al Stewart,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.