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 Montenegro and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Silicon Teens to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.