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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 DNA to the rap 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 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?
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.