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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Q65 to the disco 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.