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 Uruguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
Deepchord,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.