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 Guatemala and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion,
MDC,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
The Doors,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Eddi Front,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.