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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
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 chamberlin 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 Drexciya to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Second Layer,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DNA,
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.