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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
Kurtis Blow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.