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 Oman and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Infiniti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.