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 Georgia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Massinfluence to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Bananas,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
Sparks,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.