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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Tremeloes to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.