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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Outsiders,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.