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 States and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Joe Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
The Standells,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
The New Christs,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
John Foxx,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.