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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
MC5,
Neu!,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.