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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
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 Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Half Japanese to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
The Doors,
10cc,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.