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 Malta and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Y Pants to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
the Association,
Radiopuhelimet,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
Accadde A,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.