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 Togo and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Angry Samoans to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Deadbeat,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.