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 Belize and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.