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 Korea North and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Altered Images,
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rotary Connection,
The Kinks,
Nico,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.