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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 ABC to the grunge 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deakin,
Eric Copeland,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.