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 United States and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.