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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
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 Mumbai and Jakarta.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drexciya to the jazz 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
Tim Buckley,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.