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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.