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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
Quantec,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.