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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.