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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
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 linndrum 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 Agitation Free to the funk 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
Moebius,
Ludus,
Audionom,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
The Slackers,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.