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 Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Wings to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
The Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monks,
Can,
Yazoo,
The Smoke,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Liliput,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.