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 Serbia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Harry Pussy to the jazz 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
Can,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
The Gories,
Massinfluence,
Panda Bear,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.