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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
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 synthesizer 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 Easy Going to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Moby Grape,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.