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 India and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 John Lydon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
DNA,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Germs,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
Monks,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.