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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Scratch Acid 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ,
Q and Not U,
Brothers Johnson,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
La Düsseldorf,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
cv313,
Echospace,
The Names,
Fear,
Faraquet,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Desert Stars,
Nas,
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.