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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Blues Magoos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Dolphy,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronan,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.