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 Austria and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Mandrill,
Black Bananas,
The Human League,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.