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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Joensuu 1685 to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
World's Most,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.