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 Austria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Echospace,
Infiniti,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
Ponytail,
Pole,
Lungfish,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
Tears for Fears,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.