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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Slave to the punk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
the Swans,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.