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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Blues Magoos to the electroclash 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
AZ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.