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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
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 Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Shadows of Knight to the disco 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
Organ,
Pole,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
The Index,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.