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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Japan to the electroclash 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
Skriet,
Inner City,
Crime,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
Andrew Hill,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.