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 Guatemala and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.