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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Evens to the techno 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.