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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Names to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
Skriet,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
FM Einheit,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
Hashim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.