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 Laos and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Move to the rock 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
10cc,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
PIL,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Section 25,
Q65,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.