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 Chad 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Kevin Saunderson 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.