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 South Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 The Music Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
the Association,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.