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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
Lakeside,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
Audionom,
Quantec,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
Pole,
Faust,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.