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 Panama and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Wake to the grime 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
The Index,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Technova,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.