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 Congo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
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.