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 Latvia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nils Olav to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Supertramp,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.