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 Switzerland and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Avey Tare to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
New Order,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
Television,
UT,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
Angry Samoans,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.