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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
Faust,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monks,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.