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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.