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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Mills to the dance 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
AZ,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.