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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Aural Exciters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
UT,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
AZ,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.