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 Comoros and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Alphaville 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
Second Layer,
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Camouflage,
Banda Bassotti,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.