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 Dominica and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 The Knickerbockers to the disco 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Supertramp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
The Move,
The Vogues,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.