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 Burkina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 The Invisible to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
Jandek,
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
The Toasters,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.