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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pierre Henry to the techno 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
Moebius,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
The Litter,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.