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 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Jakarta and Portland.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fluxion to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Monolake,
Section 25,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
X-101,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.