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 India and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Blake Baxter to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlback,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
Excepter,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
ABBA,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.