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 Croatia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Star Department to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
The Kinks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
Dark Day,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.