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 Croatia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grime 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
Boredoms,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Association,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
ABC,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cure,
World's Most,
Television,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.