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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
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 güiro 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 Susan Cadogan 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.