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 Mali and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Duran Duran to the techno 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
Q65,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.