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 Laos and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Wire to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
Moebius,
The Index,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Neu!,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.