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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 David Bowie to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Motorama,
Little Man,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.