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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Anthony Braxton to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
Monolake,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
AZ,
The Dead C,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.