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 Seoul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Subhumans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.