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 Argentina and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
The Associates,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Style,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.