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 South Africa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
Nico,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
UT,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.