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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Connie Case to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
Magazine,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
Q65,
The Saints,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
Franke,
Fugazi,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.