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 Albania and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Gang of Four to the rap 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Procol Harum,
Glenn Branca,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.