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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Althea and Donna to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Index,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
Niagra,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Quantec,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.