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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 OOIOO to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hot Snakes,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Pylon,
Heaven 17,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
The Gories,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Franke,
Swans,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.