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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
T.S.O.L.,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
Sex Pistols,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.