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 Latvia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Sun City Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai 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?
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wire,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.