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 Germany and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
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 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 Pole to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Index,
Franke,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
the Association,
Main Source,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
Q65,
Anakelly,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.