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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 John Cale to the grime 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
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.