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 Belarus and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 EPMD to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
X-102,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.