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 East Timor and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.