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 Ecuador 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 June of 44 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols,
Blancmange,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.