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 Comoros and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 The Birthday Party to the punk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
CMW,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
Slave,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.