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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
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 guitar 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 David Bowie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
Skaos,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Little Man,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.