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 Monaco and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maurizio to the funk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.