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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ludus to the punk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
Quantec,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.