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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deakin to the funk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
The Index,
The Pop Group,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
Excepter,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.