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 Latvia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.