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 Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Michelle Simonal to the disco 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
The Wake,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
The Dead C,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.