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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Second Layer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
X-101,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
Unwound,
June Days,
Los Fastidios,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hashim,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.