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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Rundgren to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
Q65,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
ABBA,
Minutemen,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
Smog,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.