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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
cv313,
Wire,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
Zapp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.