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 Israel and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flipper to the dance 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Shoche,
Lower 48,
Desert Stars,
Can,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.