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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
Lou Reed,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.