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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.