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 Ireland 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Modern Lovers to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
Faraquet,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.