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 Mali and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Yusef Lateef to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
Roxette,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
Patti Smith,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.