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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Beau Brummels to the dance 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
Sound Behaviour,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
Magma,
MC5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.