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 Iran and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Unwound to the rock 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
The Leaves,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.