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 Luxembourg and from New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Reuben Wilson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
Magma,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
UT,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.