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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pulsallama to the crunk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
Wire,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.