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 Dominica 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
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 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
Fear,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
Clear Light,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.