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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 John Cale to the punk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
F. McDonald,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
Nick Fraelich,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.