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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Nas,
Sister Nancy,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.