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 Ecuador and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-101 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.