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 the UAE and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Little Man to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.