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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Terry Callier to the grunge 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
the Association,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.