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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
Oneida,
Motorama,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter,
The Motions,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.