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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
AZ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
The Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.