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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
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 theremin 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.