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 Mauritius and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Metal Thangz to the punk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
Suicide,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
Swell Maps,
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.