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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Invisible to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
Quantec,
the Association,
Oneida,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.