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 Guyana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Goldenarms to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fear,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
Q65,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hardrive,
DNA,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
Minor Threat,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.