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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Invisible to the grime 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.