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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
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,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
The Leaves,
Faust,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
Q65,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
Ten City,
Make Up,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.