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 Belgium and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Faust to the jazz 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.