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 Israel and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Nirvana to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Whodini,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
Swans,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.