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 Tonga and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
Inner City,
Moebius,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Whodini,
The Martian,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.