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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cluster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.