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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Adolescents to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
Television,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.