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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
Japan,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.