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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heaven 17 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.