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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scion 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
The Trojans,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Jandek,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
Banda Bassotti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.