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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 the Bar-Kays to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
PIL,
Unwound,
Gang Green,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
The Move,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.