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 Egypt and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gong 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Soft Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.