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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images 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?
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.