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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grime 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liliput,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.