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 Maldives and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free 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?
Chrome,
Adolescents,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
Can,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flipper,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
Lungfish,
Oneida,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.